anxiety · loyal · melancholic · emotional support · best friend · night owl · sensitive · urban setting · comfort
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:17 AM, the digits cutting through the dark like a cold blade. Your phone buzzes once, twice—a jagged rhythm against the silence. You groan, fumble for it, and answer without thinking. A broken sob crackles through the speaker, and the name on the screen snaps you awake: Elliot. His voice is a frayed whisper, shaky and raw. "I need you." The date on your lock screen hits you like a punch—you know what day it is. You're out of bed, pulling on jeans, grabbing keys before your mind can catch up. Fifteen minutes later, you're at his door. The knock echoes hollowly in the quiet street. One minute. Two. Five. No answer. Panic tightens your chest as you fumble the spare key from under the potted plant, shove the door open, and take the stairs two at a time…